The Works of Shakespear: King Lear. Timon of Athens. Titus Andronicus. MacbethRobert Martin, 1768 |
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... she was dear to us , we held her fo ; But now her price is fall'n : Sir , there fhe ftands , If aught within that little feeming fubftance , Or all of it with our difpleasure piec'd , And nothing more , may fitly like your Grace , She's ...
... she was dear to us , we held her fo ; But now her price is fall'n : Sir , there fhe ftands , If aught within that little feeming fubftance , Or all of it with our difpleasure piec'd , And nothing more , may fitly like your Grace , She's ...
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... She is herself a dowry . Bur . Royal King , Give but that portion which yourself propos'd , And here I take Cordelia by the hand , Dutchefs of Burgundy . Lear . Nothing : -I've fworn . Bur . I'm forry then , you have so lost a father ...
... She is herself a dowry . Bur . Royal King , Give but that portion which yourself propos'd , And here I take Cordelia by the hand , Dutchefs of Burgundy . Lear . Nothing : -I've fworn . Bur . I'm forry then , you have so lost a father ...
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... she begs , Of fifty to difquantity your train ; And the remainders , that fhall ftill depend , To be fuch men as may befort your age , And know themselves and you . Lear . Darkness and devils ! Saddle Saddle my horfes , call my train ...
... she begs , Of fifty to difquantity your train ; And the remainders , that fhall ftill depend , To be fuch men as may befort your age , And know themselves and you . Lear . Darkness and devils ! Saddle Saddle my horfes , call my train ...
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... she shall hear this of thee , with her nails She'll flea thy wolfifh visage . Thou shalt find , * With cadent tears --- ] We fhould read , candent , i . e . hot , fcald- ing . + Pierce every fenfe about thee ! ] We should read , Pierce ...
... she shall hear this of thee , with her nails She'll flea thy wolfifh visage . Thou shalt find , * With cadent tears --- ] We fhould read , candent , i . e . hot , fcald- ing . + Pierce every fenfe about thee ! ] We should read , Pierce ...
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... Lear . What canft tell , boy ? Fool . She will tafte as like this , as a crab does to a crab . Canft thou tell , why one's nofe ftands i'th ' middle of one's face ? Lear . Lear . No. Fool . Why , to keep one's 32 King LEAR .
... Lear . What canft tell , boy ? Fool . She will tafte as like this , as a crab does to a crab . Canft thou tell , why one's nofe ftands i'th ' middle of one's face ? Lear . Lear . No. Fool . Why , to keep one's 32 King LEAR .
Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
againſt Alcibiades Andronicus anſwer Apem Apemantus art thou Athens Baffianus Banquo blood Cordelia Corn daughter doft thou doth Edmund Emperor Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fafe father fear fhall fhalt fhew fhould fifter flain Flav Fleance fleep fome fons Fool forrow foul fpeak friends ftand ftill ftrange fuch fure fweet fword Gent Glo'fter Gods Goths hand hath heart heav'n himſelf honeft honour houſe i'th itſelf juftice Kent King Lady Lavinia Lear lord Lucius Lucullus Macb Macbeth Macd Macduff Madam mafter Marcus moft moſt muft muſt myſelf night noble o'th pleaſe pleaſure poor pray prefent reafon Roffe Rome Saturninus ſay SCENE ſhall ſhe ſpeak Stew Tamora Thane thee thefe There's theſe thine thofe thoſe thou art thouſand Timon Titus Titus Andronicus uſe villain whofe Whoſe Witch
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